Bird Poop x2

I’ve never been pooped on by a bird until this tour. I was pooped on twice. Once in Boston on the way to the T: white skinny poop on black polyester pants. Once it dried my friend Cortney rubbed it away. It had become dusty poop particles.

Poop number two was in Austin en route to retrieve Mercedes. It, or they, landed on back of collar. It kind of hurt. Three burgundy balls mixed with bile or some shit. Looked like blood. Rob flung it off. Someone told me it matched my shirt.